About Trish

Family storytelling photographer.Capturing everyday moments to last a lifetime.

This blog chronicles my journeys in life and photography, usually accompanied with related images. There may also be several references to 80s music, dancing and food. Get to know me, and thanks for stopping by!

There’s always a part of every job that is stressful, right? The part you hate doing the most. Maybe it’s balancing the budget. Maybe you hate presentations. Organizing your desk… AH, I hate it!

Well, I got to admit. For me, it’s writing. This blog thing is scary as hell for me. I have never felt confident in my writing skills. Writing never came naturally to me. I never knew how to organize my thoughts and how to make a proper “outline” to build from. I guess I was absent that day in school. When it came to my college essays, I was traumatized. I remember giving my dad one of my essays to read. I had written about how much I loved the mall! What! Who was I? How could I even imagine that would win a college over? Well, needless to say, he stopped half way through, looked at my mom and said, “she can’t write.” I was devastated. I’ll never forget it. “She can’t write.”

Anyway, in all fairness, I don’t think I was ever really taught how to write until I got to college. I took a beginners writing class and I learned some good skills. The easiest and most logical. If you write a sentence and there is a question in the readers mind, then the following sentence must answer that question. Huh? That is so smart! Well, it helped me get started on my journey. I still don’t think I have perfected it, but I try and I actually enjoy it sometimes. What’s really difficult is that my dad was an AMAZING writer. He was a lawyer and had to write all the time for work. He could turn out anything and make it sound beautiful. I always wished I had gotten that talent. It skipped me but it did go to my 8-year-old daughter. (Maybe I should hire her to write my blogs.)

But, I’m going to see this as a learning experience. I’m hoping you’ll bear with me as I try to get better at it.

There is one other lesson here. My father had no idea how much his words hurt me. He would've been devastated to know how I carried those words my entire life. So, we as parents, need to be careful. Our words can hurt. I try to think before I speak to my kids. I mess up A LOT. But, when I'm lucky to realize it, I apologize and move on until the next time.